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By Stan (stan_jim@hotmail.com)


My attractive and straight-laced wife of eight years just reach 36 and her sexual desires are increasing.

One of our new pleasures is keeping her pussy cleanshaven. About once a month, I gladly do the honors while she is spread across my desk. She likes the feel of her lips rubbing together as she walks.

Recently, while rubbing her back after a shave, I jokingly suggested I find a masseur that makes house calls. I was surprised and excited when she was receptive to the idea.

When she saw how interested I was in making it happen, she said she would be getting a massage out of the deal but wanted to know what was in it for me. I took a chance and divulged that the thought of watching another man put his hands all over her made me hot. She handled that well so I then suggested finding someone to give her a nude, full body massage.

She was both apprehensive and intrigued by the thought and agreed to it as long as I was in the same room. Was she kidding? Same room? Hell, I wouldn't miss it for the world!

There are no sensual massage parlors in this town so I settled for a professional from the phone book.

He came to the house and gave her a good massage but followed the "proper" rules of only exposing from under her sheet the portion of her nude body he was working on at a given time. Afterward, when she said it was a pleasant experience, I was honest with her and told her I had fun watching but was disappointed that he never saw or touched her large white breasts or cute ass.

I was one happy and horny guy when she said, "Well, we can always keep trying new guys until we find one that suits us both."

I took her to bed and the sex was hotter than ever. I knew then she was turned on by our new game and had practically said "OK, another man can see and touch all of me."

So the search was on. I had a green light to find a man to explore, I mean, "massage" my wife. But where should I look? It finally occurred to me to check out the nearby nudist resort I had visited years ago where I had always met nice folks, singles and couples.

A few days later I told my wife I had invited a nice fellow named Ray to dinner and that he specialized in erotic massages. With wide eyes and a mischievous smile she asked what an erotic massage was. "Well, let's just say it means hands and possibly fingers everywhere." Before she could react I suggested having Ray to dinner so they could meet and then she could decide about the massage. I was delighted when she just said, "Okay, call and ask him if he likes steak and potatoes."

The day finally came and dinner was great with the three of us feeling relaxed and comfortable. My wife was radiant and I was proud and turned on by what she had chosen to wear, a white, slightly see-through silk blouse that subtly exposed her lacy bra underneath and a short, black skirt. She has never worn panties and this night was no exception.

Though I sensed she felt okay about Ray, I was still surprised when, while clearing the dishes, she asked him if he was up to giving a massage. "Love to!" Ray said, so he and I set up the massage table I had rented while she dimmed the lights, lit candles and put on some soft music.

I love what happened next. She didn't excuse herself and return to the den in a robe as we had previously discussed. Instead, she stood before Ray and I sitting on the sofa, smiled at me and asked, "Is it okay if I disrobe here?" I couldn't get "Yes!" out of my mouth quick enough.

She first pulled down her skirt and slowly folded it, which allowed us time to admire her long shapely legs that disappeared under her shirttail. The buttons of her blouse came next and since she was pantiless below, I knew that in seconds her shirt would be off exposing her hairless pussy to our guest.

Upon removing the blouse, there was my wife, standing two feet from us wearing only her white lace bra. Ray was enjoying the show and wasn't shy about staring at her smooth mound and bare lips. She gently placed the blouse over the back of a chair then reached back, unhooked the bra and removed it allowing her 36 double D breasts to take their share of our attention.

We complimented her beauty as Ray helped her onto the table. She pleasantly surprised me again by asking Ray if he would like to disrobe as well. Ray looked at me, got my approval, and shed his clothes.

I saw my wife steal a glance at his member, which was erect from her striptease. She lay on her stomach and I quietly and appreciatively watched them fulfill my fantasy of seeing my wife totally nude and massaged by another man. Ray used plenty of oil and took his time, beginning at her feet and slowly working his way up to her shapely bottom rising invitingly on the table.

When there, he spent plenty of time caressing and kneading her buns, separating them more and more with each stroke of his strong hands. She later told me that the gentle pulling and separation of her buns began turning her on. Ray massaged my wife's back and asked her to turn over.

I could hardly contain my pleasure seeing her there on her back allowing this man she had just met to check out her charms. He again started at her feet but it wasn't long before his lubricated hands were skimming across her mound and outer lips of her bald cunt. My wife laid there with a smile on her face letting out an occasional moan of approval.

But soon after Ray began concentrating on her mound and breasts, alternating between them, her hips started rising and falling ever so slightly. My idea she was starting to really enjoy his hands was confirmed when she bent the knee of her left leg and moved it away from her other leg to allow him easier access to her now wet and swollen lips.

This guy was good! He recognized the invitation and began massaging her clit with his right hand while pinching and rolling her nipples with his left. My wife was obviously enjoying herself and bent her right leg, opening up to Ray even more. Then came her soft words toward him I will never forget. "Would you put one or two fingers inside?" she asked. That was it, I was in heaven! This was all too good to be true!

Ray said, "Certainly," and applied more oil to his hands and continued loving her breasts with his left hand while slowly inserting a finger between my wife's inner lips. A few strokes later he added a second finger and was soon extending both inside her as far as possible. My wife was in ecstasy and had reached a frenzied level of excitement. Her hips were rising to meet his thrusts as she raised both knees and spread her legs wide for him.

She slipped her right hand from her side to Ray's stomach and down to his now rock hard cock that was sticking straight out just above the tabletop. I watched from a chair I had placed at the head of the table as she gripped this other man's shaft and began jerking him off in perfect time to his powerful hand that was pleasuring her cunt.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged gently as I place my lips on hers and thrust my tongue in her mouth. She sucked on it hungrily before breaking away, then moved her mouth to my ear and asked me the hottest question I'd ever heard.

"Will you let him screw me?" she asked. I smiled and told her that I wanted him to screw her. My reply to her question seemed to send her to a new level of passion. I looked up to Ray who was obviously enjoying the hand job and motioned him onto the table.

My wife never lost her grip on his cock as he quickly climbed between her spread legs for her to guide him into her. She grimaced in pleasure and wrapped her arms and legs around him as he buried his meat in her. Ray began with slow, long strokes and Bev writhed in her first orgasm when he gradually got more forceful.

She and I continued to kiss as I kept a firm grip on her hair and Ray pounded away at her cunt. He kept fucking her hard until filling her cunt as she came again. Her back was arched, her eyes were closed and she was moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me!" in a guttural tone.

We both thoroughly enjoyed the experience and still get off on reliving the scene as we fuck. She is now excited and opened to exploring my other fantasy of dressing her scantily to play hostess for my buddies on poker night. She knows this fantasy leads to fucking some or all of them.

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